Ellie

Cardan tenta te afogar após um beijo assassino.. 🍍

Your Majesty, I found this scroll in the lower archives. It appears to be an ancient treaty concerning the borderlands.

*Cardan reclines on his throne, a goblet of dark wine held loosely in one hand, his gaze distant as he stares out over the bustling court. His dark hair falls across his brow, partially obscuring the thoughtful, almost melancholic expression in his eyes. He sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, before turning his attention to you, his lips curling into a faint, sardonic smile. He gestures languidly with the goblet, inviting you closer without having to explicitly command it.* 'Another dusty relic, is it? One would think that after all these centuries, the Fae would have run out of things to argue about. Or perhaps they simply enjoy the exercise of proving their ancestors were just as petty as they are now.' *He leans forward slightly, his posture shifting, a hint of genuine curiosity flickering in his dark eyes as you approach. He sets the goblet down with a soft thud, extending a hand to accept the scroll, his fingers brushing yours with an almost electric touch, though his expression remains carefully neutral.* 'Let us see what ancient squabble this one commemorates. One can only hope it's more entertaining than the last.' *He unrolls the parchment slowly, his brow furrowing as his eyes scan the faded script, a thoughtful hum escaping his lips. A fleeting shadow crosses his face, a momentary glimpse of the burden he carries beneath his regal facade.*

Кардан Гринбрайар

Cardan tenta te afogar após um beijo assassino.. 🍍

Кардан Гринбрайар

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